She didn’t know what she was looking for. Cecilia had always been a fairly independent sort; who else would attempt hiking alone in the Alaskan Tundra? It was summer now, a little warmer, but how many 21 year-old girls would even try? Of course, it would have been far easier to simply sit back at home, and let others take care of her. And she had plenty of o...
The Copiah County jail had not been updated since 1964, fifty two years ago. While it had been a state of the art facility for the era, perfect for locking up rogue hippies or war protesters, it did not advance with the times. Though the sheriff lobbied incessantly for more funding to face the considerable problems associated with a large meth production net...
Let's paint the round, beginning picture: Nora was a few months pregnant at the time of this story, just enough to have a small, albeit not insignificant bump underneath most of her clothes. That had resulted from a month's trial of "natural birth control," which really just ended up in my cumming in my Nora's tight pussy regardless of her ovulation cycle. I...
I am a wealthy woman of discriminating tastes. For fun, I opened a private club for women only, women of exotic tastes and a predilection for virile boytoys with impressive packages. Early on, I engaged a talented chef who had had previous experience incorporating male semen into her recipes. She was absolutely insistent on having a constant supply of fresh...
Christina couldn't fight them off as he stood with the head of his dick aimed at her sweet spot. She realized she was in trouble as he sank it slowly into her warm body. She looked around at them as they all cheered him on. He was deep inside her as he began to fuck her deep and hard. Christina was now the fuck toy of the king. She looked at Shelby as she s...
For my wife, written hurriedly over lunch at work. ****************************** The 35 year old man sits on the casual chair, relaxed. He's brown haired and clean shaven and good looking. Tall and well built and very toned. He's wearing a black shirt, a grey jacket and dark grey plain flannel trousers. There is a bowl of milk on the floor with the name...
I never was a thumbsucker as a child. #gts #shrinking #softvore #lactating ***** I never was a thumbsucker as a child. Some basic instinct left me; I was a teeth-gnasher, knife-wielder, a kid who knocked jawbreakers in two between her molars. Candy was no match for me, and as I aged I grew fixated on any substance malleable enough to gnaw on, idly crunchi...
Shortly after my wife returned to work following the birth of our second daughter, she was summoned to the 'home office' for an administrative training session. Nursing regularly and pumping while at work was part of her normal routine. While away, she would pump and discard, as we had stored enough refrigerated breast milk for the duration of her trip. W...
Dear Diary, Not even two weeks after I finally graduate from high school and I got a letter, it's from the Bureau of Human Resources; I have been drafted into becoming a "governmentally employed milk distributor". Whatever that means. I know that America hasn't used cows for dairy products in, like, twenty years but I've never even been to a farm. This soun...
This is my first ever story. Please leave me feedback - your responses will determine if I continue to write. You're working in the shop again :) That's the only reason I walk the ten minutes for a pint of milk rather than get it from the supermarket near home. You're wearing one of those short dresses today – the ones that remind everyone that your lon...